Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

"I think this level is just average, but the director complained to me about superficial things like too many lines and an exaggerated script."

Facing Shiyu who said this calmly, Kato Yusuke couldn't help but glance at the group of students on the stage.

All that could be seen was a group of haggard people enjoying a moment of peace, their faces filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.

It's really hard to describe that look, it's almost like the word "miserable" is engraved on his face.

So he moved his mouth and said, "I think that's not the only reason why the minister's girl is crying, but is their performance really that bad?"

"I should say that this also surprises me."

Shiyu, who frowned slightly, pushed her hair back on her shoulders in annoyance, "Obviously he is a member of the drama club, but he can't even tell the key points of knowledge on how to highlight tension. It turns out that these high school campuses Isn't the cultural club here just a kind of hobby club that plays like house?"

With a "swish" sound, the script paper tube in his hand finally couldn't bear any more blows and fell completely apart in an instant.

And the girl didn't show any panic at all.

In Kato Yusuke's eyes, he saw that the other party very skillfully took out a brand new script from his shoulder bag, and then put away the scattered copy.

The whole set of movements is natural and smooth, and you can tell at a glance that this is definitely not the first time you have done this.

At the same time, it also made him very intuitively aware of the extent of the so-called "exaggeratedly thick script". It was probably as thick as a textbook "Selected Mandarin Chinese", and at a glance it was at least hundreds of pages.

His eyelids twitched involuntarily, "...it's called "Rhapsody of Harmony", right. How long did it take Senior Sister to write this script?"

"Hmm... To be honest, I can't remember clearly. I originally took this job to kill time and relax after writing, but the time may be slightly wrong."

"What is the period?"

"Deadline and serialization."

Shiyu took a sip of coffee and moved his seat closer to Kato Yusuke, "Hey, Kato-kun. When we first met, do you still remember...?"

Pictures of the past began to appear before my eyes.

The corridor was filled with orange-red light, the scripts scattered on the floor, one of the indoor shoes that had fallen off, and that graceful and graceful figure.

Kato Yusuke nodded gently: "Well, it must be in the stairwell. I just came out of the art room and accidentally bumped into the senior sister who had just gone upstairs."

"Haha... It's really a memorable experience for a girl who meets you for the first time."

"First time, profound memory, experience...there is absolutely no need to emphasize the accent on these words, senior sister."

Gently raising his hand to wipe away the looseness on his legs, the translucent black pantyhose made a subtle rustling sound, and glowed with a faint warm luster under the light.

Shiyu teased slightly, "What's wrong? Are you so excited that your heart is tingling?"

"Not at all. It's better to say that this kind of teasing will only make people feel troubled."

"Teasing...well, you are a bit boring and incomprehensible sometimes, Kato-kun."

Kato Yusuke frowned and looked at her, but he saw the girl raised her chin slightly and drank the coffee in her hand, revealing her fair and slender neck, and her skin looked translucent and delicate.

The vermilion lips are close to the metal can body, and under the reflection of the light, they create a visual moistness with a slightly lazy style.

"Although I prefer the brewed kind, thank you for the coffee." Shiyu put down the empty can and turned her attention to the stage.

"Then, five minutes are up, let's continue with the thirty-first rehearsal."

The paper tube rolled up from a brand new volume of scripts made a clear sound again, clearly signaling the end of the break.

Then there was a sigh-like discussion on the stage.

"...Hmm, that's already the fifth script, right? How many copies has she prepared...?"

"And how much force does it take to break this? It's so scary, so scary..."

"Haah... you really can't escape after all..."

...

Regarding these complaints, Shiyu stared at the script in his hand as if he could not hear them at all, and kept marking some important places with a pen, with a serious and focused expression.

Looking alternately at both sides of the stage, Kato Yusuke said: "There is also something about the student union, Shiba-senpai, you..."

"Sorry, not now."

The girl shook her head: "If there is anything we can discuss later."

Starting with these words, Shiyu's temperament began to change. And Kato Yusuke also saw the terrifying side of the other person as a writer for the first time.

In the next two hours of practice, the actual plot that was displayed was only about 10% of the entire script, but it was constantly stopped for various reasons.

"Didn't I tell you to stop tying your mouth...!"

"I've been asking you since just now to really grasp the rhythm and timing of your speech."

"Pay attention to the moment when the other person's heart beats, and take the initiative to express the impact of the lines at that time!"

"It's time to make up for the shortcomings in emotional expression. Are you really members of the drama department?"

Words like this, whether it was advice or rebuke, echoed throughout the venue.

Even the air seemed to have a smell of gunpowder.

During this process, Shiyu did not yell or go out to provide personal guidance. She would not express herself in that eye-catching way.

However, the girl will never allow slight differences or rhythm errors in the performance, so she will insist on letting the actors practice repeatedly before the play can be performed to her satisfaction.

Even if the members angrily refuted those demands that were too detailed and too tough, Shiyu would never compromise. Instead, he would point out in a low voice, detail and viciously one by one the shortcomings of those people's acting skills, as well as their basic understanding of the script and their shortcomings in basic skills.

But whether in terms of vocabulary or experience, these actors who only have high school club experience are naturally no match for the commercial writers who have won the publishing house's new crown. In the end, they can only get frustrated and come back one after another. .

This situation made Kato Yusuke on the side look sideways for a while, and he wanted to say something several times, but he kept his mouth shut again.

Until a certain moment...

"wrong...!"

With a certain devilish scriptwriter's quiet and angry muttering, a certain extreme balance was finally broken at this moment.

"One more time, keep going."

When the cold voice spread, the scene fell silent for a moment, and then——

"I'm sorry, I still can't do it...! Thank you everyone for taking care of me, but...goodbye!"

A boy wearing a second-grade school badge suddenly stood up and said loudly, then he picked up his schoolbag and walked outside without saying a word, completely ignoring the attempts of the people around him to stay, and his steps were very decisive.

Looking at his leaving figure, someone couldn't help but whisper: "Ah... this is already the third person, right? It's just a performance at the cultural festival. Is it really necessary to be so harsh?" "

Everyone was silent for a while, with different expressions on their faces.

Shiyu, on the other hand, seemed not to be affected at all and just calmly arranged for other students to take the role of that person.

"...Then that's it, remember the question I just said, and then continue." The girl who was flipping the script wrote nonchalantly.

The students on the stage looked at each other for a while, but no one spoke, but at the same time, they did not show a cooperative posture as before.

Only one girl present reacted to Shiyu's words and walked out of the crowd. But that was not cooperation, but an angry question.

"Seeing that you have said so much, I would like to ask you, are you capable of playing such a role well?" the girl with her hands folded on her chest said, her eyes full of anger as if they were real.

'Has it reached this point in the end...' Kato Yusuke let out a sigh in his heart, but he couldn't ignore this scene.

It is said that interpersonal relationships are fragile and fragile things. They are obviously illusory and ethereal, but they can also sweep most people into them. They ignore personal wishes and put shackles of their own roles on everyone, making people have to live in this kind of relationship. Operate under the rules.

And Shiyu is like the kind of person who stands outside the circle. He always carries a belief in himself, appearing noble and tenacious. Even if others only think that she is evil and difficult to touch, it will not have any impact on them.

Even though this girl has a sinister character and a vicious tongue, Kato Yusuke still appreciates her aloofness.

But just when he was about to say something, Shiyu, who was being questioned, responded before him.

"Yes, you asked me if I have the ability to play the role I wrote."

The girl who put down the script in her hand raised her eyes to the stage and said calmly: "Well, I can act it if I want to."

As if intimidated by the strong confidence in her eyes, the girl on the stage could not help but hesitate in her words, and then continued: "It sounds so easy, so you should give it a try!"

"Try it...?"

Shiyu gently raised his hand to rest his chin, his eyes first looked around the stage, and then turned to the side. As if she thought of something, a deep smile appeared on her face.

"It's not impossible. Let me give you a little demonstration."

Kato Yusuke pointed to the stage: "...You are talking to the wrong person, Shiba-senpai."

"Hey, Kato-kun... no, President~"

The girl was noncommittal about this, and the smile on her face became more obvious, "When your subordinates encounter difficulties, I think as the president, you will not just sit back and watch, right?"

His eyelids twitched twice quickly, and an ominous premonition surged in Kato Yusuke's heart, and he swallowed his words softly: "Although I don't want to think so, senior sister, could it be...?"

"Haha, that's the one you can't do."

"...The problem is that I can't act, and I can't do it to the level required by my senior sister."

"There's no need to worry about this, because I'm the one who has to demonstrate. You just need to cooperate with me in reading out the lines."

"...That's all it takes??"

"Well, that's all."

"In that case, not anyone above..."

"Na—President."

The beautiful face quickly approached, "So you will help, right?"

"..."

"Absolutely, you will help, right?~?"

"......"

An inexplicable sense of oppression came over me.

"This kind of tone really doesn't suit you, Shiba-senpai." - Thinking this, Kato Yusuke sighed and decided to tell the truth, because he really didn't think he could play a good role as an opponent.

At this moment...

"It's hard to let your help go free, so let's count it in today's overtime pay."

"?"

Hearing this, Kato Yusuke couldn't help but slowly shook his head, "I'm sorry, senior, but I really don't have much experience in this area."

"Is this so..."

The light in Shiyu's eyes suddenly dimmed, but he still nodded slightly to express his understanding.

But then, a faint voice immediately sounded in his ears.

"But I can learn..."

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